A grain of millet planted in spring will grow into ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
There was no anger in Lu Jing's eyes, nor did he complain about the unfairness of the world.
He just felt that these children in front of him shouldn't be so pitiful.
The oldest of the four children is only eight or nine years old, and the youngest girl is only four or five years old.
But at this moment, the girl blinked her eyes, and the stains on her face still couldn't block the hope and expectation in her eyes.
She may have thought that her mother was just sick and asleep.
Now that she has food, all she needs to do is wake her up and let her have a good meal. Then her mother will wake up and continue talking to her.
But how can life and death in this world be so easily reversed?
Lu Jing smiled at the little girl and said softly: "Hurry up and eat. There are still many here, so I'll leave them for you. It's not too late to eat after your mother wakes up. If you call her now, it will disturb you."
he."
The little girl looked at Lu Jing in confusion. She was not grateful because she had been homeless for a long time. She just squatted down and continued to eat the food on the oil paper.
Lu Jing just looked at it like this. Under the influence of his modern soul and memory, he always felt that this kind of world was not actually prosperous or prosperous.
But Lu Jing was also rational.
He does not believe that with his current ability, he can make this world a better place, nor does he believe that he can achieve universal unity by himself.
I just encountered this incident on the road and gave away some leftovers that the nobles would not eat, but it was within my ability.
Just when Lu Jing was thinking.
The oldest child held a piece of white meat in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then pushed the two pieces of oil paper at Lu Jing's feet.
The two pieces of oil paper were very close to Lu Jing. Perhaps these children were timid and did not eat the food on them.
The little boy's voice was like a mosquito whispering: "Sir...sir, you should also eat some."
Lu Jing turned his head and took a closer look at the boy.
When it is extremely difficult or extremely hungry, if you don't forget the almsgiver in front of you, your character is considered to be good.
So he nodded, picked up a piece of braised deer tendon on the oil paper, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice before saying, "You can eat it, I've already eaten it, you're not hungry."
Lu Jing finished speaking.
The little boy quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Lu Jing, and then continued to eat the food in front of him.
About ten breaths later, the boy turned his head and looked at the woman behind the locust tree. His eyes were filled with tears but he did not cry. He also secretly glanced at his sister beside him.
Maybe he was afraid that his crying would scare the little girl.
It was at this moment that Lu Jing seemed to hear something. He frowned and slowly stood up.
Several children looked up at him.
Lu Jing picked up the jade jug next to him that contained jade rice wine, and said to the children: "You pack these food and leave quickly. Yousu Weilang is here."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of those children changed instantly.
They hurriedly wrapped the oil paper in front of them.
The little girl was still thinking about the woman under the locust tree, but the little boy said a few words carefully in the girl's ear.
The girl's eyes lit up and she asked in a childish voice: "Is there really a god under this locust tree?"
The boy nodded heavily: "Yes, mother only needs to sleep here for two or three days and then she will feel better.
But the fairy on the tree doesn’t want anyone else to disturb him..."
…
Lu Jing's ears also heard the voices of girls and boys.
He had already turned around and walked out of the quiet alley with the jug of wine in hand.
I turned the corner and walked about ten steps on Yanglu Street.
Then he saw three Su Weilangs in red uniforms and tall hats, wearing official swords at their waists, walking forward.
Dafu Taixuankyo does not have a curfew.
But there are also guards patrolling at night to maintain order.
Although Lu Jing didn't know what would happen if these Su Weilang found those children.
But just by looking at the fearful looks on those children, one knew that the result would not be much better.
So Lu Jing walked forward, still holding the wine bottle in his hand.
As the energy and blood surged in his body, his eyes were a little dazed and his face was slightly flushed.
When the three guards saw a drunken person walking by, they subconsciously wanted to ask.
I also saw that Lu Jing was neither noisy nor fussy. Although his clothes were not very luxurious, they were still worth a lot of money.
Coupled with the fact that Lu Jing had a boyish and bookish look and a very handsome face, the guards and guards didn't want to pay attention to him.
In Taixuanjing at night, there are too many people drinking and having fun, and there are also many drunk people on the street. If everyone has to take care of it, let alone these guards, even the patrol troops on duty can't take care of it.
But just as they passed by the young man, the jade wine bottle in Lu Jing's hand suddenly fell from his hand.
The jade wine flask fell to the ground.
Click...
With a crisp sound, the jade stone fell apart instantly.
Among them, the precious Tamadao sake was also sprinkled on the ground, and the aroma of the sake filled the nostrils.
These Su Weilangs have also practiced martial arts. Although they have never cultivated Qi and Blood, the moment they smelled the aroma of the wine, they felt that their minds were much clearer!
"This wine is extraordinary..."
The leader, Su Weilang, immediately stopped and walked towards Lu Jing. He saluted respectfully and said, "I don't know where the young master is from? But he lost his way?"
Su Weilang, who was about forty years old, half-bowed and smiled at Lu Jing.
Lu Jing squinted his eyes and said, "I live on Jingyin Street, but... I searched for it, but I couldn't find where Jingyin Street is."
When Su Weilang heard the word Jingyin Street, he immediately called out to his other two colleagues.
"You guys support this young master. There are few people in Yanglu Street, so don't worry too much. Let's send this young master back first..."
The other two Su Weilangs immediately came forward, supported Lu Jing and turned around towards the entrance of Yanglu Street.
In fact, Lu Jing just wanted to delay it for a while.
Several children carrying several large bags of food could not run fast.
But he didn't expect these Su Weilang to be so enthusiastic.
Lu Jing, surrounded by Su Weilang, headed towards Jingyin Street.
Everyone gradually moved away.
But it was on the roof of the house in the quiet alley just now.
A young girl wearing a white blue suit, a tight gray short coat, long hair tied down, and pure black hair was sitting on the roof unscrupulously.
This girl's robes are fluttering, her lips are red but not painted, and her eyebrows are green but not painted.
She glanced at the direction in which the children disappeared, and then looked at the figures of Lu Jing and those Su Weilang.
The girl's eyes were clear, and even under the faint moonlight, some of the light shone through.
She seemed to have been sitting on the roof.
But none of the passers-by, the children, the guards, or even Lu Jing saw her.
The girl wrinkled her nose and seemed to smell the aroma of alcohol on the street.
"The precious wine mixed with blood and grass... was broken to pieces because of these wandering children?"
——
Lu Jing finally returned to Jingyin Street under the "protection" of those Su Weilangs.
Several Su Wei Lang also got their wish and received the reward from this young noble master.
Although three taels of silver is not much.
But after all, it was just one more trip for them, and they were overjoyed to have this income.
This kind of thing doesn't happen every day.
Because of this, when Lu Jing staggered into Jingyin Street, the other two Su Weilangs shared the money and sincerely admired the leader.
Lu Jing entered Jingyin Street, returned to Guyue Tower, and entered the wing.
But he found Qingyue packing something in a panic.
Taking a closer look, Qingyue bought a lot of needles and thread, and she didn't know what she was embroidering.
Lu Jing was still thinking about today's events and entered the room without knocking.
There was no complaint in Qing Yue's eyes. Lu Jing saw that she was hiding in a hurry, so he just pretended not to see her and didn't ask.
"Master, when you were not in the room at night, many people asked the waiter to ask questions. Some of them were residents of Guyue Tower, and some were guests from outside. They all wanted to ask you to talk.
They even sent me a name card."
Qing Yue pointed at a pile of famous cards on the table, her eyes bright: "Master, I don't dare to touch these famous cards. Please take a quick look."
At this time, there was no trace of trance on Lu Jing's face. He nodded casually and stepped forward to look through the famous cards carefully.
But I found that there were indeed several characters in these famous posts.
"Invitations from General Xuanwei, General Ningyuan...and several other prestigious families in Xuandu."
"These people probably want to recruit me as a retainer."
Lu Jing thought about it and felt a little headache.
How could he go with so many invitations? If he didn't go, he would have to respond to someone else's invitation, otherwise it would be a loss of etiquette.
Lu Jing thought of this, looked at the bored Qing Yue, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
"Qingyue, I remember you didn't like practicing Xiaokai the most in the past? Why don't you practice it now?"
Qing Yue never thought that Lu Jing would say this, and her face became a little dark, and she just said: "No one will teach me anymore."
Qing Yue didn't say it explicitly, but Lu Jing immediately thought of what she was talking about.
When Lu Jing's mother was still alive, she taught him and Qing Yue how to read and write, and also taught them calligraphy.
But later, Sister Lu's mother-in-law died of illness.
Qing Yue never practiced calligraphy again and began to serve Lu Jing wholeheartedly.
After all, practicing calligraphy requires pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. The monthly salary of two to three taels of silver is not enough to support Lu Jing alone to practice calligraphy and study, and to provide daily food for the two of them.
Even though Lu Jingniang was very kind to Qing Yue during her lifetime, Qing Yue always knew her identity and never relied on her favor to make her arrogant.
"I will teach you again. If there is an invitation like this in the future, after I read it, you can help me reply in lower case.
When our small courtyard is tidied up in the future, there will be many invitations coming, so you can be the housekeeper of the courtyard and take care of it carefully."
As Lu Jing spoke, he took over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the desk in the guest room.
Grind the ink and lay the paper yourself.
Qing Yue was in a daze, her appearance looking even more delicate against the backdrop of her pink clothes.
"Come here quickly."
It wasn't until Lu Jing urged her that Qing Yue came back to her senses, quickly stood up and came to Lu Jing's side.
"Let's start with General Xuanwei's reply."
"I know a kind of small regular script, called hairpin small regular script. I only know a little bit about it. If you study it carefully, you may be able to develop it..."
"I understand, young master..." Qing Yue looked at it carefully.
Lu Jing started writing, and the small regular script with hairpin flowers was reflected on the paper.
Qing Yue's eyes lit up. The small regular script in her hand was soft and beautiful, as gentle as a tree and as quiet as the breeze.
Many of the pens and inks are elegant, elegant, smooth, thin and clean, and actually reveal a kind of elegant and lively charm.
"If many women in my boudoir see this hairpin in small regular script, I'm afraid they will like it very much."
Qingyue thought like this.
After Lu Jing finished writing two or three lines of characters, he deconstructed another three or five characters on the paper, making strokes horizontally and vertically... one stroke at a time, carefully and meticulously.
After a long time, he handed the pen in his hand to Qing Yue.
"Here, you come and write your name."
Qingyue took the pen and carefully wrote the word "青" on the paper.
The regular regular script is not very beautiful, and it has no meaning of hairpins.
Lu Jing shook his head, walked behind Qing Yue, and held Qing Yue's pen-holding hand with his right hand.
"Hairpin flower small regular script must have muscles and bones, and must have strong muscles. It pays attention to a strong strength and strong muscles. What you seek is a strong character. It may seem soft, but in fact, the writing must not be erratic."
He explained it carefully, held Qing Yue's hand carefully, and wrote the word Qing Yue on the paper.
I wrote it three or five times in succession.
Lu Jing then put down Qing Yue's hand and asked, "How do you feel about exerting your strength? Do you have any insights?"
Qingyue blushed and lowered her head.
She thought for a while, shook her head and said, "Qingyue is too stupid and doesn't have any experience."
Lu Jing was still patient and continued to hold Qing Yue's right hand.
Qingyue felt and looked at the young master's breathing, feeling a little dazed.
A waning moon rises into the sky outside the window.
Qing Yue felt that although the moon waxes and wanes, the human world also has shortcomings, but tonight's scene can already make up for these waxing and waning.
——
As the morning sun broke, Lu Jing came to Hanmo Academy early.
He entered the room arranged for him by Mr. Jiu.
Several of his things were still in the house.
For example, the few classics he copied carefully, the pen that Mr. Guanqi gave him, and the strange rose fairy.
The roses in the flowerpot are still in full bloom, bright red, and show no sign of decay.
There is also a faint aura of evil in it.
Lu Jing placed this rose fairy in the library, but he was very relieved.
There are already many monsters in the library.
Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu must have already known that there is something strange about this thorn rose.
But they didn't say much, naturally because this thorn rose was brought by Lu Jing.
If it were an ordinary thorn rose, Lu Jing would naturally not transplant it into a flower pot and carry it everywhere.
There was also a reason why Lu Jing brought Thorny Rose to the library.
The most important reason is naturally that after the Nan Xuehu incident, the Guixian can no longer be placed in the small courtyard of the Lu Mansion. Otherwise, if the Jingyin Mansion sends people to investigate, it is very likely that the big demon among the Guixian will be discovered.
Another reason is...
Lu Jing's Cave Demon Fate discovered that the demonic aura emanating from this great rose demon was getting stronger and stronger.
In addition, the big demon among them seems to have not recovered its strength and cannot control and hide these demonic energies.
If Lu Jing takes it with him, he will most likely be discovered by some powerful people in Taixuan Jing.
So where is the safest place?
Naturally it is a library.
The library actually ignores the secular world and does not seem to have any extraordinary authority.
But Dafu Chaozhong also wouldn't point fingers at the library.
There are also many strong people in the library. As long as Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu acquiesce to the existence of this rose fairy, no one will say anything.
At this moment, Lu Jing lowered his head, his soul communicated with the Lushan Guan Shen Jade, and looked down at the big demon among the rose immortals.
The gold leaf paper used by Lu Jing to cover the big demon's body was a little out of place due to moving it back and forth.
Revealing the slender, white legs of this big demon.
The demon's complexion obviously improved a lot, and the trance in her eyes gradually disappeared. She also raised her head to look at Lu Jing, but she still seemed unable to speak or control her spiritual thoughts.
Lu Jing saw the expression of the Great Fairy Demon and couldn't help but nodded: "It seems you will recover soon."
The Great Fairy Demon stared at the landing scene with watery eyes.
Naturally, she didn't put any makeup on her face, but she still had a stunning face.
Her collarbones are clear, her skin is snow-white, and her beautiful eyes have an indifferent expression, just like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.
Lu Jing thought for a while, then slowly put his two fingers into the thorn rose and straightened the gold leaf paper to cover the round jade legs of the rose fairy, and then carefully watered her.
The Great Fairy Demon couldn't help but have a look of gratitude in his eyes, but Lu Jing didn't see it.
After doing all these things, Lu Jing calmed down his mind and first visualized the Great Sage Yantian, King of the Ming Dynasty.
Then he practiced the Wuye Mountain scolding technique, brewed the sun and moon sword light, and practiced the small wind and thunder technique.
Until a full hour passed, Lu Jing did not rest.
After understanding the destiny trigger, many mantras and seals about the [Brahma Dharmakaya] emerged in Lu Jing's mind.
"The Brahma Dharmakaya comes from the "Dharma Nirvana Sutra" of Landa Temple. It is an extraordinary Buddhist secret. If the soul practices this method, it can manifest the Brahma Vajra, the Brahma Bodhisattva, and the Brahma Buddha!
The power is terrifying, and the chances of winning in battles with others can be greatly improved."
Lu Jing's Yuanshen is now in the realm of Rizhao, and his Yuanshen accumulation is getting deeper and deeper.
After a few days, with the blessing of Brahma's Dharmakaya and the blessing of the [Light of Fighting Star] destiny, he always felt that if he fought with Nan Xuehu again, he could defeat him without relying on surprise.
Of course, if Nan Xuehu had put on his treasured armor, brought his snow-drinking treasured sword, or ridden on the horse that crossed the Dragon Mountain, and the energy and blood of the man and horse shone brightly, the results might have been somewhat different.
However, in these ten days or so, Lu Jing's cultivation level could only be described as extremely rapid.
"Practice the prodigy's destiny, plus comprehend the destiny... I have been able to practice these many magical powers and it's not beyond my ability..."
When Lu Jing thought of this, the soul had already fallen into the black sandalwood sword after leaving the body.
But he saw the sun and moon sword light flashing majestically on the black sandalwood sword, revealing its sharp edge.
Vaguely, one can still see the wind and thunder flowing through the black sandalwood sword, which is the power of the small wind and thunder technique.
Even if the sun and moon sword light and the small wind and thunder technique are incompatible, they still have their own powers.
"Supernatural powers such as the sun, moon, sword light, and small wind and thunder techniques are also extraordinary, but compared with Buddhist mysteries such as the Brahma-Sun Dharmakaya, there are still many gaps.
Correspondingly, it is extremely difficult to practice the Brahma Dharmakaya. The mantras and seals are very complicated, the energy required is also very heavy, and the speed of energy flowing through the soul is extremely fast..."
"Even if I'm a genius who understands destiny and practices destiny, I'm afraid it will take me a lot of time to complete it."
Lu Jing was thinking like this, but his thoughts fell into his mind, and he saw that many white fate energy in his mind was constantly intertwined, flowing, and lingering around the fate that sought good luck and avoided misfortune.
There are a total of 388 paths of these destiny energies accumulated.
The five hundred paths required to practice the destiny of a genius are not far away.
"A cultivation prodigy at the bright yellow level can already enable me to make rapid progress in the state of sunshine and qi and blood. If I am promoted to the bright green level, will I be able to master the Buddhist secret of Brahma Dharmakaya in a few days?
Can I practice faster?"
Lu Jing guessed like this, and his mind fell back on the strange object he obtained under the trigger of his destiny yesterday.
"Lucky charm..."
[Qian: Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen.
Wearing this talisman will envelop you with the energy of the Eight Diagrams, which will bring good luck and great profits. The purple energy of luck will come and your luck will improve.】
"There is such a strange thing?"
A smile appeared on Lu Jing's lips: "It's just a pity that it can only be used once."
Immediately, Lu Jing came back to his senses.
"The human heart is dissatisfied and often encounters disasters and sorrows; on the thirty-third day, tall buildings will still be built."
"It's good to have this luck talisman. If you are greedy again, it will not only be useless, but it will only make your thoughts unclear."
Lu Jing warned himself in this way, and then continued to study Brahma Dharmakaya.
It was still half an hour before noon, and Lu Jing felt a little tired, so he stopped practicing. He took out the basic classics he had brought and read them carefully.
Until noon, Lu Jing was concentrating on reading the classics.
But a short, fat young man came to the door. He knocked on Lu Jing's door and said loudly: "Sir, the other gentlemen want you to go to the academy dining hall."
Lu Jing came to his senses, responded, put down the books, and walked out of the house.
The young man was waiting. He seemed honest and honest, but there was something cunning in his eyes.
He saluted Lu Jing and said, "Sir."
Lu Jing nodded to him but did not return the greeting.
From today on, he is a teacher of Hanmo Academy. As long as he is in the academy, his status is naturally noble and he does not need to salute the students.
"Sir, are you Mr. Lu Jing from the Lu family..."
As the two of them walked like this, the short and fat boy said: "My name is Jiang Hu..."
The young man followed Lu Jing and said his name.
When Lu Jing heard the boy's name, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at him.
For some reason, the names of the people he met these days all had such strange names.
The young man smiled awkwardly, but did not explain the origin of the name.
Lu Jing just nodded. He thought about it and explained carefully: "Now I am no longer a descendant of the Jiuhu Lu family."
Jiang Hu quickly saluted Lu Jing: "Sir, please forgive me. I was a little too curious and asked without thinking about it. I'm sorry."
Lu Jing smiled casually: "It doesn't matter."
He is indeed okay.
Because Lu Jing knew that even today, there are still many people talking about him. They would say that he was a young scholar, or a young prodigy. Naturally, they would also refer to him as the bastard of the Lu family in Jiuhu.
Of course, whenever the Jiuhu Lu family is mentioned, many people will laugh at it.
Because for many dignitaries, there are not many such ridiculous things to talk about.
The two of them continued walking and went to the dining hall.
Hanmo Academy has an independent dining hall.
Lu Jing walked into the dining hall and saw that food was already placed on the tables.
These meals don't look expensive, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they smell delicious.
One by one, students from Hanmo Academy were sitting in front of the table, not moving their chopsticks.
When Lu Jing walked into the dining hall, many students immediately stood up and saluted Lu Jing.
Some of these students were old and young, some were from noble families, and some were from poor backgrounds. Lu Jing's Cave Demon destiny found that there were also monsters among them, and they were of all kinds.
They did not address Lu Jing, but silently gave Lu Jing a student salute.
Lu Jing nodded again before they took their seats.
Sitting at the front row of desks were seven or eight gentlemen from Hanmo Academy.
Mr. Jiu was not there, but a man with a long beard, clear eyes, and a handsome face stood up and faced Lu Jing.
With a smile on his face, he said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Jing, please take a seat. Mr. Jiu is not free today, so let me introduce you."
"My name is Guan Changsheng. I was originally from Donghe country. Later I moved to Dafu and became a scholar."
Lu Jing looked carefully and saw that this gentleman named Guan Changsheng had a heroic look on his face. He was obviously dressed as a Confucian scholar and had a handsome face, but he seemed to be standing on a towering mountain.
, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
Lu Jing knew that there were crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the library, so he was not surprised. He saluted Guan Changsheng in front of him and the other gentlemen in the Hanmo Library in the distance.
Those gentlemen also bowed in the same manner.
Lu Jing then took his seat and ate.
Guan Changsheng introduced other gentlemen and then introduced Lu Jing.
Lu Jing greeted them one by one, and the other gentlemen also had emotions in their eyes. Naturally, they were lamenting Lu Jing's youth.
Guan Changsheng also made a greeting gesture to the other gentlemen. The other gentlemen moved their chopsticks, and then the other students in the library began to eat.
During the meal, there was no sound of conversation in the dining hall.
"There are also many etiquettes in the library, but these etiquettes don't bore me at all, unlike those obscene etiquettes of the Lu family."
Lu Jing was thinking this while eating, but by the time it was tea time, all the dishes on the table were empty.
Everyone took their own bowls and chopsticks and went to wash up.
The same is true for several gentlemen.
Guan Changsheng and Lu Jing squatted in front of the wooden barrel, washing their dishes and chopsticks carefully.
Guan Changsheng's temperament did not seem to be deserted, and he smiled at Lu Jing and said: "Mr. Jing's first class will be in the afternoon. Several other gentlemen and I plan to come and attend. If you can master cursive calligraphy, you will be able to write with wind and thunder, and you will be able to start writing with ease."
As the dragon dances and the phoenix rises, when writing articles from now on, I can feel more free and easy and sharp."
Lu Jing was not nervous, but instead nodded and smiled: "Lu Jing has a lot of shortcomings, but he is still somewhat confident in his cursive writing.
Today several gentlemen came to see me write, and after today I also ask several gentlemen to teach Lu Jing the shortcomings of what he has learned."
Guan Changsheng finished washing the dishes, stroking his long beard, and thought to himself: "No wonder Mr. Guanqi praised Mr. Jing. He achieved Taoism as a young man and developed character, but he never developed arrogance. It is very difficult."
——
Mr. Seven in the library already has white hair.
His face was old, and his eyes had lost some brilliance. Even when he walked, he staggered and had to use a cane to walk.
Coupled with the fact that he was wearing plain linen clothes that looked like mourning clothes, he gave off an aura of death even more.
Mr. Seven was walking on the second floor like this.
There was a man beside him who carefully supported him.
This man has a majestic appearance, a majestic body, and his eyes shoot up to the bullfighting star in the sky. He looks as if he has an invincible majesty!
He walked casually, but every move he made was fierce and domineering. The surroundings of his tall body seemed to be protected by several noble gods, and even the cold wind in the sky had to be avoided.
Such a domineering man was currently supporting Mr. Qi and walking slowly on the second floor.
In his eyes, there was still a lot of respect for Mr. Seven... and reluctance.
The man did not say a word, but the old Mr. Qi trembled and said, "Zhuoxian, the power of the killing Bodhisattva is indeed unparalleled in the world, but it is still a great killing technique. Although it comes from Buddhism, it is not
There is no sign of mercy, no sign of kindness to all things, just a brief taste is enough, there is no need to go too deep."
Mr. Qi was teaching the man as he spoke.
From his words, the identity of this man was clearly revealed.
He was none other than Yu Zhuoxian, the prince of the current dynasty, who had gone to the Great Leiyin Temple not long ago and received the Bodhisattva's Law of Killing Living Beings taught by the Great Buddha.
Yu Zhuoxian is different from other young men in Dafu. He does not have long hair, but has short hair.
The eyebrows are not deep and gentle, but are filled with unparalleled momentum. When he frowns at will, it is like thunder brewing and falling straight to the sky and the earth.
When Mr. Qi spoke like this, his breath was weak and weak.
As a sign of respect, Yu Zhuoxian also turned his ear to Mr. Qi and listened carefully.
He immediately nodded and said: "Sir's teachings, Zhuo Xian has naturally always kept in mind these years. Since I am in the position of the prince, I can use the Bodhisattva method of killing living beings to nourish my spirit, but I must also cultivate a compassionate heart.
Zhuo Xian naturally understands the truth."
The prince was obviously very calm when he spoke, but there seemed to be a dragon moving in his throat, making bursts of thunderous sounds.
Mr. Qi let out a long breath and slowly shook his head as he walked and said, "You just call me Mr. Qi. Although you are my disciple, you are just like many other disciples in the library.
The library cannot and will not interfere in the great ambush.
If you call me sir, it will make the sage unhappy."
When Yu Zhuoxian heard these words, there was no other look in his eyes. He just said: "Zhuoxian has never thought of letting the fourth floor of the library interfere with the affairs of the court, but you are always my husband, and you were also the prince."
Grand Master, teach me how to read and practice martial arts.
Since there is a real relationship between master and disciple, if I am afraid of the words of the people in the court and dare not call you sir, how can I have the dignity to call you 'Zhuo Xian'?"
As he said this, his eyes were very firm.
When Mr. Qi heard these words, he said nothing.
He walked and stopped, panting and seemed very tired.
Yu Zhuoxian was neither impatient nor impatient. When Mr. Qi stopped to rest, he waited beside him. When Mr. Qi continued walking, he continued to support him.
The two of them walked and walked, and finally arrived in front of Hanmo Academy.
"Coming to see me and helping me go for a walk like this has relieved my loneliness a little bit."
Mr. Qi looked at the plaque of Hanmo Academy and said, "Lao Jiu is not here today. Unknowingly, you helped me come here, maybe for Mr. Lu Jing?"
Yu Zhuoxian did not hide anything, nodded and said: "I came to the library today, and one of the reasons is to have a look at Mr.
Secondly, I did not hide it. When I saw Lu Jing that day, my Bodhisattva method of killing animals was faintly shaken, as if there was something tyrannical in his weak soul.
I was curious, and I happened to have some free time today, so I thought I would stop by and take a look at this land scene."
Yu Zhuoxian spoke frankly and did not hide anything.
Mr. Qi raised his head, looked at the plaque of the calligraphy academy, and said: "This plaque was inscribed by Master himself. The person who wrote the calligraphy originally meant Mr. Jiu.
He has wonderful writing skills, wonderful writing, wonderful calligraphy, and wonderful paintings.
The Master hoped that Mr. Jiu could pass down his precious calligraphy and calligraphy, but later Mr. Jiu lost his arm, and the Calligraphy and Calligraphy Academy began to teach ordinary classics like other academies in the academy."
"Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu asked Lu Jing to come here with high expectations."
There was more recognition in Yu Zhuoxian's eyes, and he said: "I have heard about Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy. It is said that he also left paintings in the Shihua Pavilion in Xuandu.
His painting skills are not outstanding, but there are many strange phenomena.
For young men like this, Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu should have some expectations."
"But...the door on the fourth floor has been closed since the death of Mr. Fourth.
As long as Lu Jing doesn't go to the fourth floor, I've met him a few times, and I think it's not out of bounds to invite this young man to join the world."
Yu Zhuoxian's eyes were full of confidence.
He looked at the clouds in the sky and said: "There are not many geniuses in the world. I am not greedy for many. I only want to get one or two of them. Do you think this is too much?"
Mr. Seven's cloudy eyes did not change at all. He seemed not to have heard Yu Zhuoxian's words. He tilted his head as hard as he could and asked loudly: "What did you say?"
Yu Zhuoxian smiled.
He naturally understood that it was because Mr. Seven did not want to answer, rather than because he had not heard it.
The two of them entered Hanmo Academy.
But I saw that in Hanmo Academy, many students were crowded into a teaching pavilion.
The religious pavilion was not big, but it was overcrowded at this time.
There are some gentlemen sitting in the front row.
The rest are all academy disciples.
With wonder in their eyes, they looked at the young gentleman standing on the teaching platform.
"Lu Jing..."
A smile appeared on Yu Zhuoxian's lips, and he stood at the front door, looking at the teaching pavilion from a distance.
Mr. Seven's cloudy eyes also looked at Lu Jing carefully.
Lu Jing was writing something on the paper.
There are still a few pieces of his pen and ink before the desk.
Yu Zhuoxian's eyes fell on the pen and ink, and he couldn't help but nodded slowly.
Lu Jing’s cursive calligraphy is really good!
The lines of writing are full of vigor and vigor, and the writing force is thick and strong. There are muscles and bones in them, and there is also edge.
Elegant, free and easy, it also carries a lot of majesty and prosperity!
Even Lu Jing at this time never noticed that he had been practicing penmanship and calligraphy for many days.
His cursive writing has undergone some changes since he first copied the writing style of the cursive sage Zhang Xu, and seems to be in line with his temperament.
Mr. Lian Qi's eyes showed some admiration when he saw Lu Jing's cursive calligraphy.
"No wonder Mr. Guanqi wanted him to come to Hanmo Academy. Although Lu Jing is only a young man, his writing is somewhat confident and upright.
It’s not that touching people’s hearts, but it has a profound foundation…”
Mr. Seven took another look, and his expression suddenly changed.
He took two shaky steps forward and squinted his eyes to look at it carefully: "Is that Mr. Fourth's... Zhixin pen?"
When Yu Zhuoxian heard Mr. Qi's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the pen in Lu Jing's hand.
The pen looks ordinary and the body of the pen has even faded, so it is not worth looking at twice.
But Yu Zhuoxian's expression changed again.
He thought for a while and then said: "Mr. Jing, I studied when I was young, but my ambition was weakened by external things. May I ask Mr. Jing, how can I always maintain my desire to study?"
At this time, Lu Jing had just finished writing a piece of pen and ink for others to circulate. While everyone was still amazed, they heard the voice behind him.
They turned around and saw Mr. Seven.
Many gentlemen and disciples changed their expressions one after another, and were about to stand up and salute Mr. Seven.
But I saw Mr. Qi gently waving his hand and saying: "We are still in class, principles and knowledge are more valuable to me."
The teacher and disciples in the class quickly sat down and looked at Lu Jing.
Lu Jing thought for a while, held the pen, put it down, and then picked up the piece of straw paper.
Everyone looked carefully and saw a line of words written on it.
"You must be fierce in learning Taoism, always stick to your original intention, and do not intrude on even the slightest material desires."
(Three-in-one chapters) The current update (16/33), the additional three chapters are updated with monthly tickets of 5500, 6000, and 6500. Everyone’s monthly ticket speed is really too fast... It’s less than two months this month
The 10th cannot be added to the end of the next month.